Queen Elizabeth sat by herself in the chapel as the final goodbyes to her Prince- her husband of 73 years- at the funeral service in St George’s chapel. She strikingly sat alone. And, although she is known for her stoicism, couldn’t help but feel her loneliness and sadness.
At one point, the queen’s head was bowed and one could imagine her pain and how a tsunami of tears were waiting to be released in her private quarters.
In a way, I wished she would openly weep. But its not her style. This reminded me of me, actuality. At my mother’s funeral I couldn’t cry. My aunt wept loudly snd openly. I just stood there thinking of the last time I saw her and my last words to her that I had whispered over the phone to her body which laid in a coma.
We all grieve differently. Sometimes our position or protocol dictates the display of grief. But it doesn’t change our inner turmoil, laments, and, melancholic nostalgia.
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SMiLes Losing My Mother Was Always
A Greatest Fear In Life i was Just So
Happy i Recovered From
my Illness to Be Strong
For Her In Her Last
Her Love Still
Breathed in me
i Understood the
Gift i Still Had
Her As She Left
That Legacy of Breath to me..
What i Did Understand at that point
How Important it is to have a Personal
Jesus if You Don’t Have a Mother of the Same Story..:)
It’s Kind Of An Epiphany
When Your Mother And
Father Are Gone And
You Come to Realize
You Have Become
The Best Qualities
Both Gifted to You to Carry on
My Mother’s Love My Father’s Fearless
of Life’s Miracle
Where the Parts
A Human Greater in Synergy
To Carry on Breath Higher
If We Accept the Good Parts
And Forgive The Dark Parts Same..:)
He’s been failing for a while – I’m sure in the end if was a relief.